Ye Qiu was smiling and talking, while the others had gloomy expressions.
Especially Wei Wuxin and Qin Jiang. One of them was the most talented person in the Wei Dynasty, and the other was the most talented person in the Qian Dynasty. At this time, their faces were filled with clouds, and they were so angry that they almost vomited blood.
Originally, with their talent, they could seduce a large group of people by just writing a poem, but as soon as Ye Qiu's poem came out, they didn't dare to write any more.
Ye Qiu's poems are so good. Wouldn't he be humiliating himself by writing more?
Damn it, this Ye Changsheng only has the qualifications of a great emperor, why is he so good at writing poems?
What kind of freak is he?
In the Jinluan Palace.
The Emperor of Zhou proudly said, "Ning'an, do you see this? This is the consort chosen by your father. I have good taste, right?"
"Thank you, father." Although Ning An said this, he was actually thinking secretly, "Don't I know how powerful my man is?"
The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty smiled and said, "Although we in the Great Zhou Dynasty do not have talents like Wei Wuxin and Qin Jiang, one Ye Changsheng is enough."
"To be honest, I was a little surprised. I didn't expect Chang Sheng's poems to be so well written."
"As expected of my son-in-law!"
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty was very proud, and then, with a thought in his heart, he asked, "Ning'an, are you not used to sitting on the dragon chair?"
Ning An shook his head, "I'm not used to it."
"That's good, that's good." Emperor Zhou's smile became even thicker.
Ning An glanced at Emperor Zhou in confusion, wondering why his father was so happy?
"Father, those talented men have been swayed by Chang Sheng's poems, and it's time to announce the results." Ning An reminded.
Emperor Zhou put away his smile and asked, "Gentlemen, does anyone still want to write the second poem?"
What a nonsense to write!
Only a fool writes it!
The Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty said, "Since no one writes more, I declare that the second poem, Ye Changsheng, wins."
Ye Qiu is smiling all over his face.
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Poetry is so refreshing.
He easily trampled a group of talented people under his feet.
Only now did he understand that it was no wonder that in so many historical time travels, the protagonist would copy poems to pretend to be funny. This feeling was really refreshing.
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty added, "The third poem is titled 'Snow'."
"Chang Sheng, you wrote the first two poems first, so you should come first for the third poem..."
When Wei Wuxin saw that something was wrong, he quickly said, "Your Majesty, Brother Ye has written two masterpieces in a row. He must have consumed a lot of energy, so let him rest!"
Qin Jiang quickly followed up and said, "Brother Wei is right. Your Majesty, let Brother Ye rest, don't tire him out. Let's start this one first!"
They were frightened by Ye Qiu.
If Ye Qiu takes the lead in writing another masterpiece, how will they perform?
So no matter what, they had to write this scene before Ye Qiu. Even if they lost, they could let everyone see their talents.
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty was amused, these guys were so smart.
"Okay, just as Prince Wei said, you write first, Chang Sheng writes last."
Emperor Zhou kindly said to Ye Qiu, "Changsheng, please take a break first and appreciate everyone's masterpieces."
"Okay." Ye Qiu nodded with a smile.
He knew that no matter whether he wrote later or earlier, he would be the winner in the end. After all, what he copied would be a masterpiece for the ages.
Suddenly, the scene became lively.
Some people frowned and thought hard, and some people were discussing with the people around them...
"Bring me a pen!"
Suddenly, Zhuge Chaoyang's voice sounded.
Immediately, two young eunuchs carried a table to the middle of the hall and prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
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Zhuge Chaoyang suddenly moved away from the dragon and the snake.
Two minutes later, he flicked the brush, made a cool gesture, and said, "I'm done writing."
Everyone came forward and chanted softly.
"The cold snow has not gone away after a night of spring, so why bother begging for mercy in this life? When you get up, you don't wait for the frost and wind, and you always stay up late because of the moon." .??.
In an instant, there were praises one after another.
“It’s not easy to be able to write such a good poem at such a young age!”
"As expected of the Master's disciple, I admire you very much!"
"Good poems, good poems..."
When Zhuge Chaoyang heard the compliments from around him, his slightly immature face was full of arrogance, and then he raised his middle finger towards Wei Wuxin, which was full of provocation.
Wei Wuxin smiled disdainfully and stepped forward to write.
In the blink of an eye, a poem appeared on the page.
"After returning from thousands of miles, the mountain tops are covered with snow, and when the weather clears, it's time to wake up to the New Year. There are not many years to kill the wax, and there is only a few remaining spring grass, trees, and sky."
Suddenly, there was an exclamation of surprise all around.
"Good poem, good poem."
"Prince Wei is indeed the most talented man in the Wei Dynasty, and his skills are extraordinary."
"This poem has far-reaching meaning and is better than Zhuge Chaoyang's poems."
"Prince Wei not only writes good poems, but also has excellent calligraphy. He is a master of both poetry and calligraphy."
"..."
Wei Wuxin smiled and glanced at Zhuge Chaoyang, who snorted coldly and turned his head away.
After a while.
Qin Jiang also walked to the table.
For a time, everyone was full of curiosity. They wanted to see what masterpiece the most talented person in Daqian would write.
Qin Jiang put a warm smile on his face and started writing.
""Moon over the city, snowy plum blossoms!""
Obviously, Qin Jiang wrote a poem.
Qin Jiang's handwriting is very straight, like
Printed, stroke by stroke, it is pleasing to the eye.
Soon, he finished writing.
Someone read it out
"Thousands of stamens have been placed on the top of the plum blossoms, and the snow is dotted with rouge. It is put on makeup at dawn, and the skin is ice-cold and jade-like. I wash it well every day."
"In the late cold, the clothes are still green, and the wine is red and the tide is receding. The music in other courtyards, the golden saddles and horses, compete for the taste of spring."
After reading it, there was another round of praise.
"Good words, good words!"
"Especially this sentence, 'Make up at dawn, icy skin becomes jade, wash and wash every day' is wonderful, describing the heavy snow very vividly."
"I think the sentence 'The late cold is still timid and the green shirt is green' is also good."
"He is worthy of being the most talented person in Daqian. From then on, he has one more poem about snow that has been handed down from generation to generation."
"..."
Wei Wuxin's face turned gloomy again.
Qin Jiang's poem is obviously better than the poem he wrote.
Wei Wuxin took a deep look at Qin Jiang, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"The most talented person in Daqian, huh, you won't live long." Wei Wuxin said to himself.
"Everyone, does anyone still want to write?" Qin Jiang asked with a smile.
No one spoke.
As soon as Qin Jiang's poem came out, even if others wrote it, they couldn't be better than this poem.
That being the case, why waste brain cells?
"If no one writes more, then Brother Ye..." Qin Jiang turned to look at Ye Qiu. At this moment, Master Changmei said loudly, "Today there are many geniuses and many distinguished guests. The poor Taoist was inspired and also wrote something." A nice poem about snow.”
"This poem is called "Song of Snow""
"Everyone, please listen!"
The long-mei master shook his head and started chanting
"The country is in general, but there is a dark hole in the well."
"Yellow dogs are white on their bodies, white dogs are swollen on their bodies."
